Hard to be a good wife

"Your Highness, Tang Xiaolang has sent the list." Hu Jinpeng handed Wang Zizhao a roll of bamboo slips.

Wang Zizhao took the bamboo slips and spread them out. What caught his eye was the characters carved with a carving knife. The knife workmanship was very good, and each character was just as beautiful as it was painted on.

Hu Jinpeng said with emotion: "Tang Xiaolang is really smart. He even finished learning the thousand-character prose in less than a month, and this handwriting really doesn't look like it was written by someone who just learned to write."

"There are many doubts about him, so don't go into too much detail." Wang Zizhao scanned the list and circled a few things with a Chinese ink pen. "These things let Tang Xiaolang use words that humans can understand."

Hu Jinpeng stretched out his head and glanced, well, "soap", "zero-pollution gloves" and "white coat" are all unheard of things.

"Maybe this soap refers to saponins?" Hu Jinpeng guessed.

"No matter what it is, let Tang Xiaolang make it clear, this is related to the lives of the injured, and it cannot be sloppy."

"Here." Hu Jinpeng silently lit a candle for Tang Xiaolang, "Do you believe that Tang Xiaolang is really willing to go to the border to be a military doctor?"

"He will go." Wang Zizhao replied affirmatively. He saw the essence of kindness from Tang Yue. Although this person was often out of tune on weekdays, he was extraordinarily cautious when it came to matters involving human life.

He may not pay attention to the Southern Jin Dynasty, but he values ​​every life.

This is probably the so-called medical ethics. No matter rich or poor, high or low, high or low status, whether they are enemies or friends, they are all the same in the eyes of doctors with high medical ethics.

"We must protect him thoroughly!" Wang Zizhao explained solemnly, and Hu Jinpeng patted his chest to assure, "Don't worry, my subordinates will definitely bring him back in full."

"Along the way, please pay attention to his unusual behavior. As long as the requirements are not too excessive, follow him. As for Heng Guogong's son and Zhao Sanlang, as long as they don't affect the military affairs, let them go."

"Then the conditions you said before..."

"Of course it counts. If the heads of the bandits can't be taken back, let them drive the carriage!" Wang Zizhao never showed mercy to these younger generation of noble children.

Once on the road, he met a dandy who robbed a civilian girl, took advantage of his identity and killed the girl's dependent father, and wanted to snatch the girl into the mansion as a slave.

It was also his bad luck that he met Wang Zizhao, and he was dispatched to the border as a stable boy without saying a word.

In the words of Wang Zizhao: Since you are so leisurely, you might as well do something practical for the Southern Jin Dynasty, which is worse than humiliating your parents in Yecheng.

"I heard that Tang Xiaolang took great pains to lose Ping Shun's body fat. He stayed with him for a month to eat porridge, and even supervised his physical activities day and night."

Wang Zizhao frowned, threw the bamboo slips in his hand on the table, and made a crisp sound, "For his sister's lifelong happiness, and to win the favor of Liyang Hou and his wife, how can he not do this?"

Hu Jinpeng had a strange expression on his face, and coughed dryly, "I don't think so."

"Oh?" Wang Zizhao looked at him, beckoning him to continue.

"Before at the gate of the mansion, my subordinates saw that Tang Xiaolang and Ping Shun had a close attitude. I'm afraid that the two of them might have something to do with each other."

A trace of fear flashed in Wang Zizhao's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "No wonder it's so..."

Tang Yue, who was teaching Ping Shun in the room, sneezed, and muttered, "After autumn, it's really cold at night. Remember to ask the housekeeper to prepare two more cloaks."

Ping Shun's upper body was bare, and he stood in front of a bronze mirror with his hands raised. Tang Yue painted many patterns on his chest with his hair.

"Remember, the heart is here... here is the kidney... down here is..." Tang Yue took a bamboo whip and taught him to know the internal organs of the human body piece by piece.

"Why does this son want to learn this?" Ping Shun shivered coldly, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

"When fighting against the enemy, you must know how to avoid the vital points on your body as much as possible, so that even if you are injured, you can drag me to save you, otherwise, if you hurt your vital points, the Da Luo Immortal will not be able to save you."

Ping Shun touched her left chest with her palm, and her regular heartbeat was transmitted to her palm. It turns out that this is the most important part of the human body. Once it is damaged, it is not far from death.

Thinking of the scene where Tang Yue rescued the slave in King Zhao's Mansion, Ping Shun's heart would beat faster. He never knew that there were still people with such magical skills who could bring the dead back to life and turn the tide.

Compared with Tang Yue, he really is a waste material who knows nothing!

"Can this son also learn medicine?" Ping Shun said without thinking.

Tang Yue was stunned, and asked incredulously, "Do you want to study medicine?"

Ping Shun came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head, "No, I'm just talking casually." How could he want to study medicine, he's crazy.

"I also don't think you are suitable for this job." Tang Yue shrugged, and said bluntly: "A doctor must have a kind heart, and everyone is equal before the doctor. The class concept of the son of the world is deeply rooted. suitable for this line of work.”

"Why should everyone be equal? ​​People are born with three, six, or nine grades. Even if this son has learned medical skills, he can only treat the nobles."

Tang Yue smiled, but did not refute. This is an essential difference in concept between one era and another. He will not instill in Pingshun the idea that everyone is equal.

"My son had a good birth!" Tang Yue praised sincerely.

Tang Yue must not be the only one who said this, and Ping Shun was not angry when he heard this, but said cheerfully: "This is predestined, I can't be envious!"

Tang Yue really wanted to slap him in the face, and taught him a lesson: "It's a pity that my son wasted this great opportunity that God gave you, and you can't achieve anything. If it was someone else, you would have soared into the sky."

With such a good resource not being used, the advantage of the Duke's Mansion was wasted, and Tang Yue felt sorry for him.

In this era, there was no imperial examination, and the aristocrats occupied the political power. Students from poor families had to be recommended by the aristocrats if they wanted to get ahead, and students who were underappreciated might not be able to display their ambitions throughout their lives.

This is not an era of fairness and openness.

"Okay, hurry up and remember the organs I taught just now, you only have one night, starting tomorrow, you have to learn sword skills from the mountain."

With a bitter face, Ping Shun looked at the chest painted like a ghost, and re-recognized his internal organs piece by piece.

It's strange to say, how does this young man of the Tang family know all this?Did he ever dissect people?

This thought made Ping Shun's whole body shudder, the red thread on his body seemed to come alive, trying to cut his chest open.

He peeked at Tang Yue from the mirror, and saw that he was concentrating on playing with the knife in his hand. The knife was small and had a strange shape. It was said that it was used for surgery.

He didn't know what surgery was, but when he heard that he used this knife to cut Wang Zizhao's calf, Ping Shun felt more and more that the knife would be used on himself.

He swallowed, and said in a low voice: "Actually, you can do the killing at that time, as long as Vice General Hu doesn't see it, they don't know who killed it."

Tang Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a sneer, "Why did I want to kill you for you? This is your task and has nothing to do with me!"

"You...this son can call you brother-in-law!"

"Don't tell me, your brother-in-law's status is too high, I can't bear it!" Tang Yue threw a human anatomy diagram at him, and drove him out of the house, "I've taught you everything you need to teach, you can understand it yourself."

If it wasn't for this marriage, he wished he would never have anything to do with this fat man for the rest of his life.

In the next few days, Tang Yue felt much more relaxed. He occasionally went to see Ping Shun practicing swordsmanship. From being chaotic at the beginning to looking good later, this kid is worthy of being the son of a general, and he still has a bit of athleticism.

Of course, these are all based on ignoring his figure. If you look at it as a whole, it really hurts your eyes.

In the past few days, Ping Shun has never lost weight. Tang Yue's record book shows the same number every day. Ever since he graciously allowed Ping Shun to eat meat, his three meals have never been without meat.

If it weren't for the fact that he was exhausted too much and needed to replenish energy, Tang Yue would not have given him the meat even if he fed it to the dogs.

"Uncle Quan, remember to send the bill to Duke Heng's government and ask them to pay for the food and medical expenses for more than a month."

The butler just smiled after hearing this, not to mention that he couldn't do this kind of thing, even Mrs. Hou Ye couldn't do it, it's not only the Duke's mansion, but also the future in-law's house, how can you care about such a small amount of money?

"Xiao Lang, Lord Hou ordered you to go to the front yard to pick up some guards to accompany you. Do you want to go see it now?"

"Why do you need to pick bodyguards?" Tang Yue asked in surprise. He already had more than a dozen bodyguards by his side, and he didn't know if he could bring them all.

"You will have at least fifty guards by your side for this trip. Lord Hou is worried about your safety."

Fifty?Tang Yue's eyes widened, and he suspected that he had heard wrong.

A total of only a few hundred soldiers were dispatched to suppress the bandits, and he had to bring fifty guards by himself. Would this... be a bit laborious?

In case Zhao Sanlang and Shun Shun didn't bring a few guards, wouldn't he be suspected of playing big names?Will be drowned by human saliva?